Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. It's not just the ordinary taste, it's in my heart.

The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.

People can never see through the mirror, but the smoke and clouds in the world between my fingers for thousands of years are like my moment.

I advise you not to be drunk before flowers. This year the flowers will fade, next year they will fade and the head will turn gray.

In that life, I walked around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way.

The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, which breaks one’s initial tranquility. Who sees a lonely person walking around alone? Misty and solitary shadow. Startled but turned around, hating no one.

Break a touch of autumn breeze, put on an elegant plain dress, drink a cup of tea before the rain, stroll under the pear tree, let the white flowers fall, be gentle and elegant, and the pure jade is flawless.

Looking out at Changhuai River, the wind and rain turn into tears. A little sadness turned into water flowing in the east. Two flying swallows follow each other close at hand. Love and dreams are hard to come by in this life, but the scenery of spring is always charming. Facing the sky, we looked at each other speechlessly, wishing we could get drunk instead of wine.

The falling flowers don’t understand the suffering of the beautiful woman, but who can pity her love. Empty and sad, only melancholy, how can I explain the desolation of my heart. The wind blows, the heart is cold, and the longing is long; staring at the river, the heart is broken. We are both heartbroken people, but we don’t know how much our hearts are broken.

The people in the tents and domes are drunk, and the stars are crumbling. Returning to my dream across the Lang River, I was shattered by the sound of the river again. Still sleeping, still sleeping, the solution is tasteless when I wake up.